I hate the wind. More precisely, I loathe and detest the wind! When you are on a bike, there is no such thing as a good wind. The wind that pushes you from behind for a minute will obstruct you for an hour when you turn a bend. That is not true if you are kite-surfing! Whenever the wind comes up at Altona beach, the sails litter the sky in their vibrant hues.
